Love speaks to you as you breathe for life. In the dining hall. In the train station. In all moments where reality seems altered. And love will still speak to you even when its soul walks away. Even when language dies. These are entries and excerpts of mine sealed inside bottles you'll never see, locked up in my 18-year-old library of thoughts. A Collection: Volume I HOW WOULD YOU SPEAK OF LOVE WHEN LANGUAGE DIES? August 2023
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